"Things?"
Xu Che paused briefly at the question, then shook his head.
"No."
This old bastard wants the horse to run, but won't even give it grass to eat.
Chen Yan cursed inwardly.
Then Chen Yan cast another hopeful glance at Xu Che.
"Then do you have any spirit stones?"
Xu Che paused again. After a moment's hesitation, he nodded.
"...Yes."
"How many?"
Chen Yan pressed him.
"...A hundred thousand."
"I'll give you one more chance."
"Three hundred thousand."
"Last chance."
"One million two hundred thousand, True Lord Chen! That really is all the spirit stones in my Storage Ring!"
Xu Che hurriedly said.
His current cultivation stood two entire major realms above that of the gravely wounded young cultivator in the Plain White Daoist Robe before him.
But Xu Che knew perfectly well that this was not someone he could afford to provoke.
Chen Yan was a Void Return Realm cultivator from another world, a mighty figure of the immortal above realm.
Chen Yan said nothing more. He merely raised his hand and beckoned twice toward Xu Che, signaling for him to hand over his Storage Ring.
Xu Che offered no resistance. He simply slipped his Storage Ring off his finger, then respectfully presented it with both hands to the young man whose current cultivation was two entire major realms below his own.
Xu Che was not wealthy.
After defecting from the Xiguang Sect, he had lost almost every means of obtaining spirit stones.
One million two hundred thousand spirit stones hardly amounted to anything, even for a Wanhua Realm cultivator from the Hidden Sects.
Yet they were all Xu Che had.
...Will he give them back to me someday?
Xu Che desperately wanted to ask Chen Yan that, but he simply could not bring himself to say it.